Page 432 of Small Town Firsts
“The romance is over—” I yelped as he dropped the box, as well as my other gift, on the U-shaped chairs we’d purchased from Kinleigh’s Attic. Before I had a second to react, he hauled me up on my toes for a hot kiss. When my brain came back online, I settled my hands on his chest. “Well, hello.”
“You are exactly what I needed this afternoon, Moonbeam.” He grinned down at me.
The whole tie askew thing was going to be the death of me. I stroked my hand down the red silk. “Hard day, dear?”
His eyes went all smoldery. “I was worried I wouldn’t have anything to do on my first day, but it’s been non-stop calls. I’m trying to find an assistant, but they’re all inadequate.”
“All of them?”
He slipped his hands under my jacket. “None of them are you, Miss Moon.” He frowned. “Wait, is that my shirt?”
“Maybe.”
“You know the rule when you wear my clothes.”
“I wear your clothes almost every morning,” I reminded him.
“And I usually take them off then too.” He pushed my jacket off and tossed it on the chair as well. Then he groaned when he got a better look. “Did you forget a few buttons?”
I glanced down at where his fingers were. “Will you look at that?” The charcoal shirt was open with a sheer black tank under it. And because it was so long, I’d added a thin black belt around my middle.
He dragged the backs of his knuckles over my very braless state. He parted the shirt with a groan. “My shirt has never looked so good.”
My lips twitched. “You don’t have your back office set up yet, sir.”
He traced the pad of his finger around one tight nipple. “I don’t care. Your breasts are a miracle.”
I swallowed a laugh. “That’s a helluva big window. I don’t think that’s exactly the way you want to drum up new business.” I gave a throaty laugh as he picked me up to scrape his teeth over my lower lip.
I leaned in to deepen the contact. Coffee and caramel-flavored kisses were my favorite.
While he was still holding me, he strode to the door and locked it.
I gripped his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist. “PMS, it’s the middle of the workday.” I put a little extra breathy Marilyn in my voice.
“We have yet to christen this space, Miss Moon.”
I should not still get chills when he usedMiss Moon.“Um, we most certainly did. When we put up the drywall, when wepainted, when we put together the bookcases.” I punctuated each instance with a kiss on his very stubborn, very delicious mouth.
He gripped my ass and pressed me up against the little alcove-slash-vestibule. If one could call it a vestibule when the space was about three square feet. “It doesn’t count until opening day.”
“Is that right? I hadn’t heard that rule.” My words came out with a groan as he attacked my neck. Goddess, where did he learn how to do that?
He tipped his hips, and the very hard length of him tucked itself right where I liked him best. He caught my mouth in a long, slow kiss and rocked against me, then fumbled along the wall with one arm.
“What are you doing?” I asked against his lips.
He shimmied us to the left, and then a shade started coming down over the large picture window.
“Well, isn’t that clever?”
“I’m a clever man.”
“Leave a little sunshine. I like it on my skin.”
“You’re going to be the death of me.” But he stopped the motorized shade a few inches from the bottom before he gripped my ass. “I like this skirt thing. Doesn’t really seem your style.”
“Stole it from Luna. The waistband didn’t fit, and she was trying to throw everything out in a tantrum. I knew she’d miss it though.”
